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With only two months left until the college entrance examination, an invisible haze of tension enveloped the entire senior class.
One mock test followed another, interspersed with diagnostic exams. Tang An'an faced question after question that was tricky, bizarre, and of considerable difficulty, feeling as if she was on the verge of being overwhelmed.
During lunch, under Zhu Mingxuan's enthusiastic persuasion, Tang An'an bought a bottle of red nail polish. When she applied it to her nails, the vibrant color made her fingers look even more delicate and fair. However, she dared not bring it into the classroom openly.
Beiyue High School had strict rules that bordered on the absurd—perm hairstyles and nail polish were prohibited, and skirts were banned, as if the school aimed to mold all female students into male-like figures.
While purchasing the nail polish, Tang An'an noticed a slight change in Zhu Mingxuan's expression, but at the time, she brushed it off.
As they passed a fortune-telling booth at the school gate, an old man with a white beard suddenly asked, "Young lady, do you want to survive until the college entrance exam?"
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Zhu Mingxuan quickly stepped in front of Tang An'an, his brow furrowed and eyes filled with caution.
The fortune-teller calmly stroked his beard, his expression inscrutable as he slowly replied, "Not everyone can make it to the exam..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Zhu Mingxuan panicked and grabbed Tang An'an's hand, hurriedly pulling her through the school gate.
Tang An'an couldn't help but feel puzzled; Zhu Mingxuan seemed particularly agitated today.
The results of the last diagnostic exam were released, and Zhu Mingxuan still held firmly onto his position at the top of the class—his prowess was undeniable.
However, Tang An'an had only managed to secure third place, with Lu Ziqi taking second. Lu Ziqi's progress had been nothing short of astonishing, leaving everyone in awe.
During evening study hours, Lu Ziqi deliberately walked past Tang An'an, a provocative expression on her face. With a disdainful tone, she said, "Tang An'an, don’t think I’m stupid; I just didn’t care to compete with you before."
After speaking, she proudly waved the test paper in her hand and, like an arrogant swan, gracefully returned to her seat in the back row, leaving Tang An'an pale and stunned, sitting there in shock.
"An'an, what's wrong?" Chen Yao noticed Tang An'an's unusual expression and asked with concern.
"Red... Red Nail!" Tang An'an nearly lost control of her emotions as she shouted hysterically.
Just moments ago, when Lu Ziqi had flaunted her score, Tang An'an had suddenly noticed that Lu Ziqi's fingers were painted with bright red nail polish, and for some reason, the nail on her ring finger was broken.
"What are you talking about?" Chen Yao looked confused, then suddenly realized. "You don’t mean you want to report her to the teacher, do you? The teacher has long stopped caring about her."
But Tang An'an didn’t respond. Restlessly flipping through her reference book, she immediately ran back to the dormitory as soon as the class bell rang.
She took out the bottle of red nail polish from her bedside, feeling conflicted. She wanted to throw it away right then and there.
However, the color of the nail polish was too tempting. Under the harsh fluorescent light, it shimmered with a captivating glow, as if it possessed some enchanting power.
After hesitating for a while, Tang An'an cautiously twisted off the cap and evenly applied the polish to her nails. Instantly, her ten fingers became stunningly beautiful.
She couldn’t help but let her imagination run wild; she could almost envision herself transforming into an incredibly beautiful swan after finishing the college entrance exams and shedding the drab uniform of Beiyue High School.
Then she took out a nail clipper and focused intently on trimming her nails.
"Who?" Tang An'an suddenly noticed a dark head peeking sneakily outside her dorm room door.
She quickly dropped the nail clipper and rushed out, but when she reached the hallway, she found it completely empty.
It was still early, and her roommates had not yet returned. Standing alone in the dimly lit corridor, Tang An'an felt a chill run down her spine, and the hairs on her neck stood on end. She hurried back to her room, only to be astonished to find that the freshly trimmed nails on her desk had vanished without a trace.
Who could possibly steal such things? What could they want with those red nails? Tang An'an sat dazed at the edge of her bed, fear washing over her like a surging tide, gradually engulfing her.
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